Chapter 94
Ghosts of Boston
(Axel’s POV)
The call came just after noon.
I was sitting in my office, staring at the same report for twenty minutes without reading a single line, when my phone buzzed.
Slate.
I answered immediately. “Tell me you have something.”
“I do,” his calm voice came through the speaker. “Your instincts were right. There was an incoming call to Mrs. Hendrikson’s phone early this morning. Three minutes long. The number was traced to Boston.”
Boston.
My grip tightened on the phone. “Whose number?”
“Registered to a Dr. David Smith.”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I stared straight ahead, my pulse thudding in my ears. “Repeat that.”
“Dr. David Smith,” Slate said again, his voice clipped and professional. “You know the name, I assume.”
I leaned back slowly in m
